At these lashes, and there were 10 of these, her screams reached the far corners of this desertkingdom.Finally the 50th lash landed across her tits an... the whipping was completed. Christine Jones hung on the whipping tripod sweating and bleeding and pleading for mercy. Farah slowly walked up to the tortured woman and grabbing her by the hair slapped her face and said« You blonde slut . You think you are so beautiful and can entice the Sheik. Do you see these spiked dildos ? I am going to show. Don’t get me wrong, I was fine with that too. But I always preferred it when we made love. You know why. You know precisely why. It’s been nearly two years since we last even spoke with each other. Things ended badly. It’s hard to be friends, then become lovers, and then try to go back to being just friends. Especially when one of the lovers is married. So things ended. And now, two years later, all that are left are memories. You’ve moved on. You’re engaged now, in fact. I’ve moved on too. But. We had sex the night before, then we found out we were brother and sister. Then we actually ended up in bed screwing again.Now, here was the problem: do we tell Mom, and how do we do it? We needed time to think. I called Mom and said Kimmy had fallen asleep crying and I didn’t want to wake her, so I changed our lunch plans for dinner. I’d call her when Kimmy got up.We needed to get dressed. Kimmy didn’t have any extra clothes here. I grabbed what she was wearing and threw it in the wash. . It was heavenly after the heat of the morning and she lay back on the damp sand and closed her eyes against the glare, waiting for Gillian to fetch her lunch."Wake up!"Gillian's voice startled Louise and she realised she must have dozed off momentarily."I'd put some sun cream on if I were you," her friend advised sagely, flopping down beside her with a tuna sandwich.Louise glanced down and saw to her dismay she was beginning to burn. The exposed skin above her vest top had turned hot pink in.